Well, reading the specifics regarding safe passage through the time-dilation field did give Comrade Uranin pause. You could even say that it marred, ever so slightly, his moment of triumphant gloating.
But really only ever so slightly. He has waited too long (well, an unspecified amount of pre-plot time) for this moment to let petty concerns over his dignity, or the dignity of his office, stop him now. And, after all, history is written by the victors, as they say. Once he is victorious, he’ll simply lean heavily on the chroniclers and historians to keep certain tactical aspects of his glorious achievement slightly vague. He’s sure that’ll work out, at most he’ll have to send a dozen, or so, historians to the Uranian equivalent of Siberia. They can chronicle his cats, there. That should keep the others in line.
More on Monday.